Vanessa stepped inside and stopped short. Of all the things she could have expected in her bedroon, she did not expect Elliott.
That too him standing in the middle of the room with a pile of her clothes, and sitting right on top of the pile, displayed with complete casualness, was her pale ivory bra.
For a moment, neither of them moved. She stared at him. He stared back at her with a deer caught in headlight look.
Even as she felt her eart turning red, she raised an eyebrow at him. The man's momentary panic seemed to disappear as he gave her a casual smile and lifted the clothes slightly, as though presenting them.
Ilyra felt her stomach drop at the sight of his hand on top of her bra. There was something erotic about it. So distracting that she almost did not hear what he was saying," "Since I am currently banned by Starlink and tragically out of work, I thought I would help you with the laundry. I cannot be a useless house husnand, can I?"
